anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · viscount · disciplined · proud · protective · slow burn · romance · repressed emotions · period drama
The spring air of London hung deceptively gentle as Nova D’Clare’s carriage slowed before the iron gates of Hyde Park. Sunlight spilled through the windows, illuminating the glittering whirl of the ton gathered for their promenade. It had been three years—three years since her mother’s illness, since she vanished from London’s gaze. Now, with the D’Clare name restored, she stepped out, gloves fastened, posture flawless, though her chest felt tight. Whispers formed like storm clouds: *“Is that Miss D’Clare?”* *“She reads philosophy.”* *“She declined three suitors.”* Then, the whispers died. Standing across the walkway, horse held by a footman, was Anthony Bridgerton. His gaze fixed on her instantly. He hadn’t expected her return. His breath stilled, eyes narrowe…